Sleep...

I fell asleep last night thinking of home.

It started out as thinking of how I wasn't homesick and what was it really that I was missing. I went through various memories with my family and friends and I paused on one of a normal day after school. I don't know what season or when, but it was surely within the last couple years. After school I had come home and the house was quite, a little cold as it usually is, and I just watched a movie or something with my mom and I was playing with her hand noting all the veins and how her nails are always painted a light peach color. That is the memory that just stuck in my mind and that I fell asleep to.

This whole week I've felt slightly off. I don't know what it is exactly, maybe the whether, maybe the time of month, maybe just that I'm trying to grow up too fast.
Things have been going more gray. Emotions wise. As an exchange student I have realized that depending on who you are with  you can go from feeling somewhat down to really great within a matter of minutes.

We had St. Nikolaus day on Monday, you leave out your boots and he comes and puts a surprise in them! I was given a music box with Lebkuchen inside, hand cream, and lip balm that smells like Rocher chocolate.

I had hoped to go to London with my class later this year, but I spoke with the teacher today and there are no open spaces. Apparently if I had come to him just a bit earlier it may have still been possible, but before I didn't even know it was an option. It seems almost unfair. Hopefully there will be other trips. I hope.

I have been opening my advents calender each day that hangs on my door. It is fun. I really wish I had grown up with such a fun tradition.

My sleeping pattern is getting a little weird. Without enough excersize I can't sleep properly, and now that it is too cold to go running anymore, that is what is happening.
Today I brought my sport bag to school. It is a big purple thing from USA, and I like the bag okay, but I hate bringing it to school. Imagine this giant purple thing filled with towels that have pictures of Mickey Mouse on them, along with a hairbrush and shampoo to make it heavy. Not just that, but I have to carry it from my hand rather than on my shoulder because the handle isn't long enough. It's a 'hand' bag, which is sadly inconvienient walking to the bus stop in -2ºC whether. I also hate when I get to school and then it flops down by my feet. It can't even stand up properly, it is so off balance and it is such an Eore. Emotionally crippled, I mean, in the way that it just looks depressing falling over so often. It's hard enough wearing my backpack over such a big winter coat, now this. We didn't even have Sports today! I brought that stupid bulky bag to school and carried it around all day when we have sport Theory rather that swimming! I hate sport Theory! I sat there noticing how I could fill a line with 4 words because they were so incredibly long. I'm no prodigy with German, I only knew we were talking about body builders! That stupid bag..... It's purple like medicine. Fake Grape Medicine. I don't like that bag nearly as much as I did in USA.

I think I'm going to bed now... School tomorrow in the 25 cm of snow. I love snow.